what's ur the best poems? :)?

Answer 1

Leisure by William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Answer 2

Immortals United teamsheet

(Socrates selected by non-league outfit - Ceefax headline)

First off, I was thinking Achilles to lead the line,
he’s got the aggression, but he’s injury-prone
and the guy’s so slow he couldn’t catch a tortoise,
so I’ve gone for Isaac Newton, who at least knows
how to head a ball. Also good in the air are Icarus
and the Archangel Gabriel, though Icarus tends
to fall away in the second half, if the going gets hot.
In central midfield, we gotta have Willie Shakespeare.
Fair comment, he’s all tragedy one match, comedy the next,
but you have to admire his history as a playmaker.
Jean Paul Sartre’s best natural position is on the left,
where he can have the freedom of the park, if he wants it
and Socrates, natch, will be on Shako’s right, as captain,
since he more or less gave the game its name. The boy’s
got stamina and if you can keep him off the hemlock,
he’ll go on and on for as long as you want. We absolutely
have to find a place for King James the Sixth and First,
never mind the dual nationality implications, he’s far and away
the best dribbler in the league, and I’ve told Pythagorus
to be on the team bus in case we need to make up the numbers.
The back line more or less picks itself, Genghis, Tamerlane, Attila
will bite the opposition’s legs all afternoon. I’m putting
Atlas in goal. He staggers around like he’s got the world
on his shoulders, but he’s got a good safe pair of hands.
We have to remember that this is a game of two halves,
and some of these lads are not quite in the first flush,
if you take my meaning, so I’m putting the Grim Reaper
on the bench. If things are looking dire in the dying seconds,
I’ll bring him on. They’ll think it’s all over. It will be then.



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© Peter Wyton

Answer 3

My Answer by Katherine Foreman

They ask me what you are to me and I cannot say,
Because of all they will read in the air. And they
Ask me what I think but when I think of you
I go blank and sink into images tangible with feeling.

What you are to me is real, whole and not fragile,
Not made of glass nor yet sent to reach me out. And then
What you are becomes a pure being, a melting spirit of
Memory and music, perfection and star brightness in human form.

What you are is wish and answer, a hope that is alive and
Beautifully terrible, vivid cool fire with an angel's face.
What you are is a walking surprise of reaching smiles,
A collection of essence, a heart with the power to touch and to move.

And I would wish to be as bright, as true as I feel
You to be, as substantial as the hand that held mine.
And I would wish to be beside you as a living shadow,
Always and never there, and felt somehow forever.

Lx

Answer 4

I love the Mask of Anarchy by Percy Bysshe Shelley and The Little Vagabond & London by William Blake

Answer 5

Tanantella by Hilaire Belloc

you can find it on the www.thecapras.org or cs.rice.edu

OR Matilda by the same poet.

Answer 6

Shakespeare's sonnets are all very interesting studies into the nature of human love.

Answer 7

Wait for me by Konstantin Simonov.

Answer 8

Learn to write English.

Answer 9

I too love W.H. Davies' Leisure, not because he came from my home town, but because it makes me reflect on life every time I recite it.

Answer 10

I love 'The Solitary Reaper'.